There's a new cat in the house and – counter to expectations – he's a boy-cat: Nébule. A small-town Quebec cat, he is quite the handful. He freaking loves the laser pointer; he does a good squeaky toy impression, and he wasted no time to introduce himself to the others.

Only 3-4 months old, he's tiiiny and also really light. Here's NĂ©bule sneaking around under the kitchen table:

And here he is, meeting the other two resident cats:

NĂ©bule meets Dexter


Dexter is my cat. I suspect he cares more for other cats than he cares about people—except for when he's hungry. Then you're his bestest friend. He is also sneaky as fuck: he has figured out how to open some of the doors and loves climbing into cupboards and dresser drawers.

NĂ©bule meets Koukou


Aged 10, Koukou is the grouchy éminence grise of the house. He's a Himalayan. He can be affectionate, but he mostly watches from a distance with a Grumpy-like scowl on his face and will make his disapproval known with a growl. He got something of a "tribal haircut" recently when a housemate and I shaved off some of his matted clumps – until he rebelled.

Welp, that concludes our first instalment of Feline Diplomacy. Post your cat co-habitation tips, pics or videos in the comments.